He offered the letter to her before heading down the hill. The letter was written in fancy cursive. There was no return address.
“Ms. Rohesia, I do not have the time nor the patience to negotiate with criminals, but in your case, I’m willing to make an exception. Perhaps you believe that you and Tuck have a connection that is meaningful, and I can empathize with your predicament, but I ask that you remember your place. Tuck has been educated as a member of royalty since birth. You, on the other hand, are a simple flower merchant. You have overstepped and forgotten the natural order of things, and thus, brought down Tuck’s name and sullied his honor. I ask that you sever all ties with him immediately and send him home, restoring his status as well as we can. Please understand that the successful delivery of this letter indicates my knowledge of the location of you and Tuck Sparks. I can and will take further action if necessary. I await your response, Alexandria Lewis.”
Avice blinked, hesitating and panicking as she read. She went back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked over at the sleeping figure nervously.
He was stretched out in the bed, his arms still open from when she had gotten up, his head against the pillow and his face peaceful. As she sat, he shifted slightly, on the verge of waking up.
Her face was buried in his shoulder, but she seemed to be trembling slightly as she mumbled incoherently, her voice muffled.
